10-14-2018, 04:50 PM
DELTA
female ✦ the typhoon ✦ raptor squad
If Venus was hoping to see a feral, they were very lucky, as Delta stalked forward, coming to a stop behind Owen, dark yellow optics settling on Venus with sickle claws tapping in anticipation. A low babbling could be heard. 'Food?' After all, the silvery kitsune had the scent of the pack that they had been allowed to hunt for a long time now, and it seemed like this one wasn't as bright as the rest, coming to the raptors' territory themselves. Darwinism at it's finest, in Delta's eyes.
Politics and alliances weren't something she understood, nor cared for, even if she did. Just what was friend or foe, food or threat. Tail whipping back and forth, she took a step forward, intending to circle Venus, chuffing in curiousity as she glanced towards Owen, as if waiting to stop her. 'Food. Hunt.' She babbled again. She wanted to 'play' with this one, maybe figure out what was wrong with it to the point that it comes here, of all places.
Politics and alliances weren't something she understood, nor cared for, even if she did. Just what was friend or foe, food or threat. Tail whipping back and forth, she took a step forward, intending to circle Venus, chuffing in curiousity as she glanced towards Owen, as if waiting to stop her. 'Food. Hunt.' She babbled again. She wanted to 'play' with this one, maybe figure out what was wrong with it to the point that it comes here, of all places.
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